Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

all that is left

It is only late afternoon
but the shadow of the mountain
has evolved into deep darkness

and the clear night air
is now laden with cold
which works its way through my clothes

standing in the clear night air,
I raise my eyes to a sky that glows like a shower of sparks

and in that moment
the world fades

all the anxiety and the fear
the greed and the hate
shatter, like ice,
and fall away
leaving me naked
and still

all that is left is

Sprinkling me
With quietude

and in that moment
I am in the hands

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